Misogyny Poem by James Atkins

Women walking in the park
'neath branches drenched in light
summer dresses, low cut tops
and smiles that invite

Women with their depthless eyes
and bodies built for sin
lips through which they mouth their lies
to draw the weaklings in

Watching women on the train
and wishing they were mine
maybe I will take me one
and keep her for a time

Drowning in their depthless eyes
choking on their spite
I will change things in the park
'neath branches drenched in light